Gr. Kishimoto sucks. He didn't put SQUAT of Temari and TenTen's fight in the goshdarned Manga. GRRRR. I had to make like, everything up, considering the few drawings he actually did of the dang thing. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stupid Kishimoto. Whatever happened to liking TenTen's design the most and junk? . . . You suck. :P . . . . But not really. ;D

greensapphire: I'm glad you think I'm in character with TenTen's thoughts on the Chunin Exam. I don't have a Wii! cries Boo for TenTen's stupid phrase against the Uchiha. Yay for Neji/TenTen-ness! :D :D :D Well, thanks for the info. I'll check it out. :D

This chapter: The finishing of match 4, and TenTen's preliminary match. FINALLY.

Disclaimer: Wittiness has left me. I'm sure you know that I don't own this by now.

10.

There was a pause as everyone examined Ino and Sakura in the arena. Ino-inside-Sakura started to raise Sakura's arm, as if to forfeit. I gripped the rail. It was so dirty, these preliminaries.

"I, Sakura Haruno, would like to for—"

"DON'T!! SAKURA-CHAN!!" bellowed Naruto. "YOU'VE COME THIS FAR! IF YOU LOSE TO THAT SASUKE-IDIOT, YOU'RE NOT A WOMAN!!"

My brow furrowed. Since when did that dork know about women?

My attention was drawn back as Sakura's body twitched, her hands clenching her head hard.

"What is it?" asked Hayate. "You want to forfeit?"

"Like HELL I'll forfeit!" screamed Sakura, sounding un-Ino-like.

Sakura fell to her knees, still twitching violently.

Seconds later, Sakura shakily made a hand sign, releasing Ino's hold. The girls, supposedly in their right bodies, breathed heavily, glaring at each other.

And then they grinned, and (amazingly) set off on foot again once more. They hit each other hard, and flew across the floor, stirring dust.

"Both fighters are unable to continue; this is a double knock out. The fourth preliminary match has no winner," announced Hayate.

Kakashi and Asuma, Team 10's sensei, retrieved their pupils, bringing them up top. But I barely took notice.

The scoreboard read: Temari vs. TenTen.

I sucked up my pride and eagerness, and jumped down from the railing, landing on my feet soundly.

I looked at the Sand kunoichi who was my opponent. She looked older and raw. I wasn't intimidated, however. I was too focused to be afraid now.

"The fifth match. Temari vs. TenTen," said Hayate, glancing at me.

"Good luck, TenTen!" shouted Lee.

I shook my head inwardly. Still the same. . . .

"Begin," Hayate told us.

I immediately put distance between the Sand kunoichi and I; long-distance attacks were my strongest, and I was hoping to Kami that she wasn't. I slung a few kunai, just to test her ability. I blinked, and there were my beloved weapons, on the floor. I stared at her. How had she—?

"TenTeeeeeeeen!! Youth power!!" encouraged Lee from above.

"CHEER HARDER!" yelled Guy-sensei.

I tried to ignore them. I was trying to win a battle here.

I narrowed my eyes at Temari, and a weapon resembling a mace appeared in my hand.

Perfect.

I threw it, aiming for her mid-section, but again, my weapon fell to the floor.

Damn!

"What's going on here?" I muttered, searching for hand signs as I threw shuriken.

There. A flash, and a quick one at that. There were no hand signs, so it was either a Genjutsu. . . or a weapon. I peered to see if Temari held one in her possession. And there, a large fan. I noted the detail on the thing, metal, not paper. I screwed up my face, a little confused. What to do, what to do??

If I was dealing with another long-distance and weapons' specialist, I was in trouble.

But she can't be that good, I persuaded myself.

I took out one of my extensive scrolls, biting my thumb hard until blood leaked out. I smeared it across the words, retrieving several familiar weaponry of mine. I aimed and threw them expertly, sure that I would hit my target this time.

I was displeased and moreover, pissed when I didn't.

What's the deal?! I never miss!

Temari smirked at me.

"Is that all you can do?" she asked, sounding bored.

Gr.

And then, I went a little ballistic, smearing blood on every inch of the scroll at hand, chucking weapons like there was no tomorrow. I collapsed to the ground, heaving, when my arsenal was empty, hoping, praying, that I would see her on the floor, injured.

I was a fool.

Temari smirked again, and in a sweeping motion, swung her fan, sending me across the floor. I shakily rose from my feet, vulnerable as ever.

Get a scroll!, my head hissed at me.

I fumbled.

And Temari swung her fan again, this time, pinning me to the wall. I screamed out in pain. Did the wind produced from the fan have something in it? Harmful Chakra? I didn't know; I had my eyes closed, trying to make the tears go away.

I noticed that the wind had stopped faintly, my head dizzy though I hadn't been moving.

I tentatively stepped away from the wall. It seemed I had no choice. Long-distance attacks would not help me in this battle.

I pulled out another scroll, the one that contained some of my bigger weapons. Perhaps I could turn that fan of hers into scrap metal. Perhaps not. But I wasn't going to leave here without trying.

I charged at her, letting out an unnecessary battle cry.

Temari smirked, but I was already unleashing all of my weaponry, showering her in cold, metal rain. A few of my own weapons grazed me as I let them out, catching me on the arms and legs, and taking some of my blood onto its shiny metal surfaces. I was slacking.

And then I found myself trapped, above Temari perfectly in my twisting, shaping motion. And I found my weak spot.

The next thing I knew, I was hit with her fan powerfully. I drifted, and landed myself into unconsciousness.

Aw, poor TenTen. Such an awesome kunoichi. . . .

You might have to give me quite a bit of time to work on Ch. 11, since I have to read the Manga chapters, note the details, and then type. But, I have fall break this week, so I'll get more time to write than usual. Yay!

Review if you read. :)